As i was sailing overThe Indian - Pacific oceansI saw Captain PugwashAnd his money he was countingI first produced my cannonsAnd then produced my cutlassI said "Prepare to be boardedOr I'll set my cannons to your big ass"

I took all of his bootyAnd it was a pretty pennyI took all of his booty andI rowed it back to MollyShe swore that she'd love meNo Never would she leave meBut the FSM take that womanFor you know she tricked me easy

Mush a ring dum a doo dum a daWhack for my skipper'oWhack for my skipper'o, there'sWhisky in the jar, o

Being drunk and wearyI sailed into Portsmouth HarbourTaking my Molly with meAnd i never knew the dangerFor about six or maybe sevenIn sailed Captain PugwashI jumped up, set off my cannonsAnd i shot him with starboard barrels

Mush a ring dum a doo dum a dasank like a skipper'osank like a skipper'o, there'sWhisky in the jar, o

Now some men like the fishingAnd some men like fowlingAnd some men like to hearThe cannonballs are roaringMe - I like drinkingSpecially in my Molly's cabinBut here i am in heaven,Here i am with beer volcano, yeah

Mush a ring dum a doo dum a daWhack for my skipper'oWhack for my skipper'o, there'sWhisky in the jar, o

*guitar solo*

Clifford

By the power invested in me by tabloid-reading imbeciles, I name you a pedo-dog!

Jesus man! you dont look for acid! acid finds you when *it* thinks you're ready.-Hunter S ThompsonReligion ends and philosophy begins, just as alchemy ends and chemistry begins and astrology ends, and astronomy begins. -Christopher HitchensA lot of people pass through the thinking I'm a guru and take enough trips to understand that no, I was just a witness. I was just a witness. -Terence McKenna